The burly man took out a cigarette, lit it for himself, took a puff, blew out a beautiful smoke ring, shook his head and said: "I didn't call them philistines. I also went to junior high school. I know what it means to choose a good bird." And Qiu, people go to higher places and water flows to lower places. If I were a woman, I wouldn't want to stay in this ghost place where I want nothing."
Xu Jiarong's eyebrows spread out. The other party was not too extreme.
After thinking about it, she said softly: "Since you don't want to stay here, why don't you stay outside and work hard, get a wife and have children outside?"
The burly man took another puff of cigarette and looked at Xu Jiarong with a wry smile on his face.
"A person from the mountains, not to mention the first-tier cities, even the third- and fourth-tier cities, has zero chance of marrying a wife, having children, buying a house, and raising the children. If you say something like this, you must have never suffered hardship since you were a child, right? , I, forget it, if it turns out badly, I won’t say anything, anyway, I don’t need cheap sympathy from others.”
Xu Jiarong's pretty face turned red. She thought of two allusions. One was from the East. Sima Zhong, Emperor Hui of the Western Jin Dynasty, heard that there was a drought in Shaanxi Province and the people changed their sons to eat. He asked his ministers why the people didn't drink meat porridge. The other was from the West. Rousseau recorded in "Confessions" that when a noble princess talked about ways to save the situation, she said: Peasants who can't afford black bread can eat brioche (French bread made with a lot of eggs and butter). , golden and crispy on the outside, soft on the inside).
She had accidentally played a similar idiotic role just now.
"arrive"
The burly man stopped suddenly and said.
Xu Jiarong raised his head and looked. Not far away, Chu Feng was reaching out to knock on an old-looking door.
Boom boom boom...
"coming"
An old-fashioned voice came from inside.
"Sister, after Zhang Libin and Zhang Libin's mother died, Zhang Libin's father became a little nervous. I'll take the first step."
The burly man, like a rabbit, hurried away without looking back.
Xu Jiarong was surprised when the door opened and a strong old man of almost 1.95 meters came out. With such a height, he looked like a giant in the whole country. No wonder the strong-looking man ran so fast just now.
"You are?"
Dad Zhang, who had a long woolen beard and looked down at Chu Feng, frowned and asked.
"Poverty"
Chu Feng had just finished speaking halfway.
The sky changed, large dark clouds covered the entire village, and the wind howled like a ghost crying.
Ducks and hens looking for food not far away were quacking and running as if they were frightened.
"coming"
Chu Feng turned around, looked at the darkened sky, and sighed softly. He Yuting, whose resentment had reached its peak, came with strong murderous intent.
If I don't interfere, there will be a river of blood flowing here.
"Taoist Master"
Xu Jiarong was so frightened that she ran and hid behind Chu Feng. Such a scene is not something she can handle.
"The weather forecast didn't say rain."
Dad Zhang looked at the sky and whispered.
Hua La La, a heavy rain fell rapidly, like a big hole in the Milky Way above the sky.
"red rain"
Xu Jiarong, who was hiding behind Chu Feng, exclaimed.
"is blood"
Chu Feng held up a one-foot-tall circular balloon to isolate the blood rain falling from the sky.
"This, what is this?"
Dad Zhang, whose face was covered in blood, had a look of horror on his face.
At the same time, one after another exclamations sounded from various parts of the village.
"Why is it raining blood? God is angry."
"Retribution, retribution is coming, retribution is coming"
"For generations, we have been dealing with human traffickers, and finally we made God angry."
…
Chu Feng and Xu Jiarong disappeared in a flash and appeared in the Zhang family's house. Three little kids wearing crotchless pants were lying on the ground, sticking out their delicate little buttocks and playing in the mud.
He looks as happy as he is happy.
"These are He Yuting's three children"
Xu Jiarong looked at the three children with a complicated expression.
A woman who was sold into the mountains by human traffickers, raped, imprisoned, and beaten, and gave birth to three children in five years, should she love or hate her biological children?
“It’s up to them to resolve this crisis.”
Chu Feng stepped forward and knocked out the three children. The little girl was handed over to He Yuting, and he walked out with the eldest and third children in his arms.
"Stinky Taoist, what are you doing? Let go of my grandson and granddaughter."
Dad Zhang, who was covered in blood, ran out of the house in a hurry, holding a shovel in his hand and looking extremely ferocious.
Chu Feng pointed to the sky and his tone was cold.
"He Yuting is back, and she vowed to kill everyone here."
Dad Zhang was stunned for a moment, then snorted disdainfully.
"That bitch turned into a ghost, and I'm not afraid of her. I asked her to come to me, and I just sat back and let her kill her."
Chu Feng knew that he was angry at He Yuting for killing his wife and son, so he didn't say anything and appeared at the entrance of the village with He Yuting in a flash.
At this time, blood was raining all over the sky, and all kinds of poultry were in a mess. Every villager hid under the eaves of his house and looked outside in horror.
"Taoist Priest, where are you looking?"
Xu Jiarong, who was holding the little girl, turned pale.
Chu Feng looked up and saw densely packed corpses on the road leading to the mountain village. Some were rotting and exuding a strong stench, while some had only bones left, making crunching sounds as they moved.
"Why are they all women?"
Xu Jiarong keenly discovered something unusual.
"These are women who have been abducted and sold into the mountains for a thousand years. They have been separated from their families for life, lost their freedom, and been reduced to reproductive tools. After death, they carry with them hard-to-eliminate grievances. Tonight, under the inspiration of He Yuting, , they crawled out of their graves to kill all their descendants.”
Chu Feng had a sad expression on his face.
If I were not here today, these once poor women would become the most terrifying demons and turn this beautiful place into a hell on earth.
"They are all poor people"
After Xu Jiarong heard this, not only was he no longer afraid, but he felt a little sympathy for these corpses.
"The pity is that they are alive"
Chu Feng raised his hand, preparing to destroy the corpses, then thought about it and put it down again.
If the people of this place are not given some painful memories, tragedies will continue to happen in the future.
Although what the burly man said before makes sense, because of the inconvenience of transportation and poverty, no one will marry them, and the women here will never come back after they leave.
But this cannot be used as an excuse for them to engage in human trafficking.
In the rain of blood that obscured the view, thousands of old corpses from the mountain village entered the mountain village and walked towards their homes by familiar roads.
The old corpse went home and asked for his life from his descendants.
Hysterical screams kept ringing out.
The family closest to Chu Feng quickly closed the door when they saw the walking body.
Five or six old corpses were lingering in front of his house, exuding an aura of resentment.
Chu Feng guessed that they were from different eras through the remnants of their clothing.
Boom...boom...boom...
Five or six old corpses started banging on the door.
